Stuck in a web {BBC Sherlock}

Run.

I grabbed Martha's arm.

"Martha,"

"Yeah?" She looked up from her phone, when she saw the look on my face her eyes widened.

"I think those guys are following us..."

She turned around and saw them. Two guys in hoodies. She shoved her phone into her pocket but kept hold of it. I grabbed her other hand.

"Shall we run?"

She shook her head. "No, They'll only chase us for definite then. Lets just try and forget about them." But It was impossible. I kept anxiously looking over my shoulder and every time I did, they seemed to get closer. Then all of a sudden, they started running.

"Run!" I screamed at Martha and we both ran. But we weren't fast enough.

"Jane!" Martha screamed as one of the men grabbed her round the waist. I stopped running to help her, only to get grabbed by the other one. I saw Martha knee the guy that was holding her in the 'area' and escape.

"Run!" I yelled at her. She ran.

The guy that held me was trying to get a rope around me. I also kneed him where it hurts, to see him collapse to the floor. I was surprised at how easy it was to escape from them. Dickheads.

I ran after Martha, catching up to her pretty quickly. We turned a corner and found a house. I made a rash decision and banged on the door with fist screaming 'help!'. The men ran round the corner just as the door opened and we lunged inside, clutching our sides and trying to catch our breath. Martha slammed the door behind her.

"Excuse me? But Who are you?" The person that opened the door was an elderly woman, her washing up gloves still on and her face full of shock.

"I'm so sorry." I gasped, shaking. "We were being chased, these men-"

"Ms Hudson?" A smallish man walked down the stairs "Is everything alright, I heard the door slam." He looked at us and frowned.

"Yes everything's fine John, I'm not sure if these girls are. Do you want to go upstairs and I'll bring you a cup of tea?" Martha nodded gratefully, and I noticed she wasn't shaking as much as I was. Saying that, nothing fazed Martha. We followed John upstairs as Ms Hudson went inside a door marked 221a.

Upstairs was quite messy. Petri dishes and chemical bottles strewn all over the table. A man sat at a chair, his eyes closed, absentmindedly plucking his violin strings. He opened his eyes as we came in, raising an eyebrow and scanning me up and down. The corners of his mouth turned down slightly and he closed his eyes again. I felt a surge of hatred towards him, and I had no idea why.

"Take A seat," John said motioning to the chairs. We sat. "I'm John, this is Sherlock." Sherlock plucked his violin loudly at the mention of his name. He opened his eyes and stared at me. I caught his gaze and stared back. He wouldn't stop staring.

"How old are you?" John finally said after a very awkward silence.

"19." I said coughing slightly. Sherlock frowned.

"Do you er, need to ring your parents or anything?" John asked

"No they don't" Sherlock said standing up and straightening his Jacket "they're orphans"

I stood up, glaring at him. "that was really insensitive."

He raised his eyebrow and sat down again.

"I apologize for him he's a bit... You know." I nodded, still glaring at Sherlock. I sat down slowly.

"I'm Martha." Martha said smiling. "This is Jane." I flicked a bobble off my wrist and tied my long black hair up. "We don't have any second names."

"You're Irish." Sherlock said, I knew he meant me.

"Yeah, but what's it to you." I frowned. "How did you-?"

Just then, Ms Hudson walked in with four cups of tea on a tray, with several biscuits.

"Is one of you two called Jane? This just came through the door." She handed it to Martha, who then passed it to me. I held my breath as I turned it over. I could see Sherlock eyeing me carefully. I broke the seal on the back and slid the note out. It had elegant handwriting all over it. I unfolded it and read,

Dearest Jane,

Now, I had wished to speak with you face to face, but as you escaped my men, I'll have to wait. You'll be seeing them again soon, so watch out. I bet your wondering who I am, and what I want with you. But you'll have to wait, all will be revealed in due time.

It seemed fitting that the house you ran into when you escaped was home to none other than Sherlock Holmes himself. Ask Sherlock Holmes what he knows of him, and tell him that I'm coming.

I am coming for you Jane.

~JM

P.S you will be punished for escaping, just to let you know.

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